It's frigging ferocious out there!
Los Angeles does have winter. People don't believe it. It's true. We do. I love it. In mid-January, the pink jasmine starts to bloom. Why it likes the coldest temperature in which to bloom is beyond me.
Today, while driving West on Sunset Boulevard, the wind was blowing so hard and the air was so clear and the sun was at that winter angle. It really looked and smelled wonderfully wintry. My car was pelted by palm nuts.
I walked the dog and strong winds were making monster sounds in the high palm trees. Two blocks down from my house, a load of dead palm branches, all brown and carcassy, were lying in the middle of the intersection. Cars had to drive around them.
I loved it. It felt like nature had taken back Los Angeles. The air, the air, the air! The dog's fur blows back in her face and it makes her walking more intrepid and brave.
Just one house away from home and I was hit in the face by a small stick flying off the sycamore tree. It hurt. But it was also kind of funny.